| Stuck to the dog, pissing out both ends
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| I got a hundred lethal weapons that I call my friends
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| Ain’t a person on Earth who could take my life
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| I wish they would, so a man could get some sleep at night
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| But my design is a mixture of descent and decay
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| I see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
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| Can a man ever wash his hands of blood?
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| Perpetual deja vu, isn’t that enough?
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| Peel back the layers
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| And see what I’ve become
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| Satisfied, now I feel nothing
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| Stay away, I swear it wasn’t me
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| See if you can relish, if you close both eyes
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| Every time I make an issue of it, someone dies
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| Carried out like a hit man, set in stone
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| Don’t know why I even bother to be left alone
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| In my opinion, it’s a self serving fucked up phase
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| Got a picture in my wallet that I keep, in case I
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| Got to go, got to split, got to make it to a higher level than this
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| But I could be wrong, what I say is wrong, what I really want to say is
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| Peel back the layers
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| And see what I’ve become
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| Satisfied, now I feel nothing
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| Stay away, I swear it wasn’t me
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| Run, it doesn’t matter
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| I need all the miracles that I can gather
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| Run, I can’t pretend
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| I put myself in idle hands again
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| Here’s how it ends, just a bit too soon
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| River deep in all the shit I let myself get into
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| Doesn’t anybody like it here?
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| Blank looks, television drama and no fear
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| Let another person fuck with your mind
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| I bet you become the person who will fuck in time
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| Man, I just stopped caring, the music is blaring
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| I feel you glaring, why won’t you stop staring?
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| Peel back the layers
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| And see what I’ve become
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| Satisfied, now I feel nothing
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| Stay away, I swear it wasn’t me
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| Run, it doesn’t matter
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| I need all the miracles that I can gather
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| Run, I can’t pretend
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| I put myself in idle hands again
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| Get the fuck off of me! |